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Ceres of Dionysus
Innocent like a dream made of white Indian silk
Smiles of yours batched in boxes saying "Nick"
You turned into a puppet of your life show of freak
You had to obey
your step father and pray
Your search of luck led you to a young boy
and made the hunger a reaper in your beggaring convoy
An inglorious ending of a glorified love toy
And you were left with a son
single, spontaneous, teenage mom
You cross the church's doorstep and hallway again
Taking vows of devotion and service to eternal pain
Two victims of the ridiculous idea of human fate
Your daughter! Holy fury!
The case for blinded jury
Your mother sold your pieces without hesitation
"He's rich and when he dies you may get his pension"
So you married his car and his institutionalization
Then they wailed
your life had failed
Loneliness always chooses for us the wrong selection
For you, an unmanly man that sucked your respiration
A compromised, dry, mirthless obligation
How long could you withstand
The predictions ware sad
Coping with reality was a multilayer abuse
You used to shatter it in your glass of Greek colorless booze
Being the slave of yourself and trying hard to lose
Ceres of Dionysus
address your issues
Same o' same o', sick and in daze
You changed the wedding photos, kept the wooden case
Lights at your temple and the obituary of your grace
Drink up, my treat
Death, today we meet
I didn't cared till I saw your brown, carved casket
I looked for all your writings, I should had done it faster
The burglars of your words had turned them into an incense
Misfit mother of my throne
I salute you, dear
So long!
Smiles of yours batched in boxes saying "Nick"
You turned into a puppet of your life show of freak
You had to obey
your step father and pray
Your search of luck led you to a young boy
and made the hunger a reaper in your beggaring convoy
An inglorious ending of a glorified love toy
And you were left with a son
single, spontaneous, teenage mom
You cross the church's doorstep and hallway again
Taking vows of devotion and service to eternal pain
Two victims of the ridiculous idea of human fate
Your daughter! Holy fury!
The case for blinded jury
Your mother sold your pieces without hesitation
"He's rich and when he dies you may get his pension"
So you married his car and his institutionalization
Then they wailed
your life had failed
Loneliness always chooses for us the wrong selection
For you, an unmanly man that sucked your respiration
A compromised, dry, mirthless obligation
How long could you withstand
The predictions ware sad
Coping with reality was a multilayer abuse
You used to shatter it in your glass of Greek colorless booze
Being the slave of yourself and trying hard to lose
Ceres of Dionysus
address your issues
Same o' same o', sick and in daze
You changed the wedding photos, kept the wooden case
Lights at your temple and the obituary of your grace
Drink up, my treat
Death, today we meet
I didn't cared till I saw your brown, carved casket
I looked for all your writings, I should had done it faster
The burglars of your words had turned them into an incense
Misfit mother of my throne
I salute you, dear
So long!
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